Open Doors At First Congregational Church of Stockbridge

I clocked this church on our way into town and made a beeline in that direction when we were out for a stroll in Stockbridge the next morning.

I wandered around outside for a minute before realizing that the sign said “open.”

Open, indeed, and my friend and I were the only people in the sanctuary.

This is the First Congregational Church of Stockbridge. While this building dates to 1824, the congregation originated in 1734 when John Sergeant began a mission to the Mohican people of the Berkshire Hills.

They celebrate this history with plaques on the wall surrounding the alter.

The light is absolutely perfect. And while you can feel the weight of age and history here, there’s a lightness to the space that feels warm and uplifting. As a church should be.

I was all but obsessed with the crisp white walls and the symmetry throughout the church. Here’s a view from the balcony.

What a wonderful place to worship or to sit in quiet meditation.

Frequent visitors to this page will notice that I have an affinity for empty churches. Organized religion has done me no good as I don’t care for the focus on worldly things or how noisy it is. If you want to hear the voice of God it seems to me it’s best to shut up and listen.

But that’s just me and we all know I’m an oddball. Everyone should worship how they see fit.

What I can tell you for sure is that the stolen moments in the back of empty churches are some of the most awe inspiring and most profound I have experienced.

This was one of the best.

Here’s a peak at those gorgeous front doors.

And the light in the entryway.

If you wish to visit this church, it’s on Main Street in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. They do keep regular daily hours for the public to tour and enjoy the space.

Find the church online to learn more about their ministry and even to listen to a service online if you are so inclined.

Seeds

“Do not measure success by today’s harvest. Measure success by the seeds you plant today.”

Robert Louis Stevenson

Keep planting those seeds, friends. Seeds of wisdom and kindness. Seeds that encourage others to educate and improve themselves. Seeds that will someday grow into something more important than you.

Labor Day

It’s Labor Day here in America. This has been a federal holiday since 1894 but it seems a lot of folks don’t know why it exists.

Yes, it’s the unofficial end of summer and yes, it’s a great time to travel and to get good deals on home appliances. But it was actually created because labor activists were pushing for a federal holiday that would call attention to labor issues and recognize the many contributions workers have made to the country’s health and prosperity.

Today, it’s a good time to remember and honor the American workforce. It’s a good time to remember how far we have come from the deplorable working conditions of the industrial age, long hours for low wages, the blatantly unsafe conditions of mining jobs, and the common use of child labor.

Modern people have no idea how easy we have it.

Be Like Dolly

Photo courtesy holler.country

Celebrity culture has never been my thing but I always thought of Dolly Parton as more than just a celebrity.

She held a lot of her opinions close but her actions spoke far more loudly than words ever could. She had fame and fortune but chose to use it largely to help others. She led by example and chose kindness, actively avoiding saying anything nasty or harmful in public.

Rather than follow in the path of other billionaires who build themselves up while tearing down everything good around them, Dolly was a builder of others, a helper, a philanthropist, a songbird, a philosopher, a savvy business woman, and so much more.

She used what she had to contribute rather than take.

When the Smoky Mountains burned from wildfires, Dolly supported hundreds of families who lost their homes. She supported hurricane relief and funded cancer research. Scholarships for local kids and free tuition for her employees’ families are just a few ways she helped people better themselves.

She believe that being a big name was no excuse for making others feel small.

Interestingly, in a country prepared to argue over every last thing, it seems like everyone liked Dolly Parton. That’s saying something.

But the thing I appreciated about her the very most is the work she did to promote literacy. She started her Imagination Library in 1995 to honor her father who never learned to read or write.

Each child registered receives one age appropriate book a month from birth until they turn five. She has given over 300 million books to children across the U.S., Canada and the UK.

Dolly understood the value of giving children their own books to hold and keep. She understood the value of using books to inspire kids to expand their imaginations and to dream. Humans who read are more empathetic and they’re better at critical thinking. Stepping inside the shoes of another through their character in a book is how we learn and grow.

She turned her father’s hardship into an investment in children everywhere.

From Imaginationlibrary.com:

“When I was growing up in the hills of East Tennessee, I knew my dreams would come true. I know there are children in your community with their own dreams. They dream of becoming a doctor or an inventor or a minister. Who knows, maybe there is a little girl whose dream is to be a writer and singer.

The seeds of these dreams are often found in books and the seeds you help plant in your community can grow across the world.”

Dolly Parton

What she did for the world by giving away books to children is one of the most remarkable acts of generosity I can imagine.

Today as we tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen to pour ourselves a cup of ambition, we will do so in a world that was made a little smarter and a lot better by a country singer who understood she could leverage her assets into tools for helping others.

Maybe we could try following in her footsteps, even just a little. Volunteer in your community, buy a book for a child, read to a child, recommend a book to a friend, support your local bookstore, find some way to contribute that would make Dolly proud.

Wonder

The Reynoldsburg Ohio Half Price Books is in the flight path of the John Glenn Columbus International AirPort. I was there on Saturday and was delighted to see a few airplanes taking off.

As I stopped to admire a Southwest Airlines jet gain altitude over the parking lot, I couldn’t help but marvel over how human beings figured out the science and engineering behind flight.

How does such a large and heavy hunk of metal leave the earth? How does it stay in the air? Also, where is it headed? Who’s piloting the plane and where are all those people going?

I have so many questions and get truly excited every time I see planes taking flight or headed in to land.

But I was seemingly the only one to even notice there were planes. Life went on around me. No one else broke step or stopped talking for even a moment to notice these enormous jets bound for points unknown.

It made me think about all the times I have stopped mid hike to watch squirrels race up trees. The times I have stood in my driveway to gaze up at the stars or at a beautiful moon. How many times have I stopped to stare at a painting or pace around a sculpture that everyone else just walked by?

At the Franklin Park Conservatory, there’s an amazing glass ceiling crafted by Dale Chihuly. I could stand beneath that ceiling for hours but most people just walk by without a moment’s glance upward.

Am I just a weirdo for finding joy in these things? Or am I fortunate to hold this kind of wonder and curiosity for the world around me?

What does it take to get people’s attention these days? What makes people stop in their tracks and gaze at something with wonder and awe? What makes them curious enough to ask questions?

I was talking to a friend last night who has observed that many young people are mainly interested in what someone has told them to care about. They want a photo so they can check that thing off the list and dash off to the next thing someone on the internet has told them is a must-see.

Is this what we have come to?

Maybe I am a weirdo but I tend to think the world around us is full of wonders and miracles and things that deserve our attention, even if just for a little while. And I’m ok with being a weirdo if that means I always have something to think about and sometimes have a reason to feel my heart skip a beat.

And I probably do look like a weirdo watching planes from a bookstore parking lot but fitting in is highly overrated.

At least I didn’t pull up a chair.

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